Post by Raze Richter on Apr 1, 2011 13:17:00 GMT -5
He arrived in the Rukongai, his kimono rustling as he landed with a light puff of dirt in the middle of the road. His zanpakutou rustled slightly as he began to walk, passing down the streets with practiced and relative ease. Several of the inhabitants who knew him waved; he smiled softly as he passed, nodding as they went back to their work. He reached into his pouch on his back, withdrawing his shamisen and plectrum as usual. It was a routine with him; while on patrol, he always played soft and rolling melodies. The village children had nicknamed him the Musical Ghost, and usually flocked about him as he walked, playing along with his music. Today was no exception, and the children flooded from the house, flocking around him in a swarm as he continued to walk. They laughed and played, following the musical shinigami as he proceeded forward through the streets, maintaining the peace and keeping all things calm in his sector of the Rukongai.
The children fell back as he began to move towards the rougher sections of town, namely the 70's and 80's of the town. Here the streets were more dangerous, lacking proper patrol and cleaning. Former reports had been coming in previously of actual muggings of shinigami, despite superior combat capabilities and training. The shinigami who were tasked with these areas had begun to pull back, checking off that their patrols were being fulfilled while not actually carrying out those promises. Raze sighed, a melancholic chord resonating down the street as he continued to walk. It was a sad state, really, when even the people tasked with the protection of all souls were afraid to journey somewhere. Raze, personally, would prefer to walk these streets day and night over attempting to fight Hollows, but that was his level of skill. Perhaps as he got stronger, he'd be a better combatant against those twisted, corrupted souls.
A cat skittered out into the street ahead of him, pursued by two children with sticks. The cat seemed to be fleeing more than just playing hard-to-get, and the malicious cries of the children only confirmed that. With a chord and a flash, Raze had stripped them of their primitive weapons, their cries turning to confusion as he exited shunpou several feet away. He turned back, his white eyes blank, to watch what they would do next. They didn't last long; under his reproachful gaze, the two of them bowed a short apology, then dashed back into the alley from whence they came, perhaps even faster than how they had been chasing the cat. Raze smiled softly, strings ringing once more with melody, and turned to continue his patrol down the street.
It was, for the most part, an uneventful day; the 70's districts were rather calm and peaceful. As he neared district 79, some cries broke out over the rooftops, accompanied by the sounds of weapons clashing. Raze flickered, reappearing on the roof of a nearby building, and in several spurts of disappearing and reappearing, soon arrived over the conflict. Two grown men, both dressed in the rags of poverty, held swords locked crosswise with one another while a small crowd of people looked on. Raze merely watched as they went back and forth, trading blow for blow for blow, while several people dodged out of the way of particularly wild strikes. A few droplets of blood flew into the air as one man reeled, a stinging cut on his sword-arm shoulder; in a flash, his weapon dropped, his opponent readied for the kill.
Not a sound was made as Raze reappeared, his own blade blocking the downward strike with little effort. The wounded man gazed on in wonder, while the rest of the crowd scattered in an instant, save for a grown woman and a small child. The child ran to the injured man, while the woman, visibly pregnant, ran to the upright man (now resheathing his blade and eyeing Raze warily). Raze stood, sliding An'ei back into her sheath, while he listened to the explanation with calm impassiveness. Apparently, a local ruffian was creating a ring of extortion and gambling, which was driving the already poverty-stricken Rukongai denizens even further down the hole. Raze nodded silently as the pregnant woman pleaded with him to make it stop. After ensuring that the two men would not continue their fight after he left, Raze vanished, a flicker of dust all that was left to silently fade to the ground, nary a sign left that he had even been there to begin with.
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The children fell back as he began to move towards the rougher sections of town, namely the 70's and 80's of the town. Here the streets were more dangerous, lacking proper patrol and cleaning. Former reports had been coming in previously of actual muggings of shinigami, despite superior combat capabilities and training. The shinigami who were tasked with these areas had begun to pull back, checking off that their patrols were being fulfilled while not actually carrying out those promises. Raze sighed, a melancholic chord resonating down the street as he continued to walk. It was a sad state, really, when even the people tasked with the protection of all souls were afraid to journey somewhere. Raze, personally, would prefer to walk these streets day and night over attempting to fight Hollows, but that was his level of skill. Perhaps as he got stronger, he'd be a better combatant against those twisted, corrupted souls.
A cat skittered out into the street ahead of him, pursued by two children with sticks. The cat seemed to be fleeing more than just playing hard-to-get, and the malicious cries of the children only confirmed that. With a chord and a flash, Raze had stripped them of their primitive weapons, their cries turning to confusion as he exited shunpou several feet away. He turned back, his white eyes blank, to watch what they would do next. They didn't last long; under his reproachful gaze, the two of them bowed a short apology, then dashed back into the alley from whence they came, perhaps even faster than how they had been chasing the cat. Raze smiled softly, strings ringing once more with melody, and turned to continue his patrol down the street.
It was, for the most part, an uneventful day; the 70's districts were rather calm and peaceful. As he neared district 79, some cries broke out over the rooftops, accompanied by the sounds of weapons clashing. Raze flickered, reappearing on the roof of a nearby building, and in several spurts of disappearing and reappearing, soon arrived over the conflict. Two grown men, both dressed in the rags of poverty, held swords locked crosswise with one another while a small crowd of people looked on. Raze merely watched as they went back and forth, trading blow for blow for blow, while several people dodged out of the way of particularly wild strikes. A few droplets of blood flew into the air as one man reeled, a stinging cut on his sword-arm shoulder; in a flash, his weapon dropped, his opponent readied for the kill.
Not a sound was made as Raze reappeared, his own blade blocking the downward strike with little effort. The wounded man gazed on in wonder, while the rest of the crowd scattered in an instant, save for a grown woman and a small child. The child ran to the injured man, while the woman, visibly pregnant, ran to the upright man (now resheathing his blade and eyeing Raze warily). Raze stood, sliding An'ei back into her sheath, while he listened to the explanation with calm impassiveness. Apparently, a local ruffian was creating a ring of extortion and gambling, which was driving the already poverty-stricken Rukongai denizens even further down the hole. Raze nodded silently as the pregnant woman pleaded with him to make it stop. After ensuring that the two men would not continue their fight after he left, Raze vanished, a flicker of dust all that was left to silently fade to the ground, nary a sign left that he had even been there to begin with.
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Words: 764
GP Claimed: 10
Total Thread GP: 10